Uncertainty is looming in the distance; I know it because it taunts me.
Optimism whispers positive manifestation in my ear,
yet I can't resist to flirt with my doubts.
On the surface I am cracking, only slightly...
my condition is still repairable.
However, it's up to me to get fixed before I crumble.
"Get it together" my conscience resonates
as my physical state remains motionless.
Why do I procrastinate when it comes to my fate?
I know what I have to do.
No praying to the Gods, or begging to my peers will get me going.
I need to find the momentum within myself.
